Chords for Mellow "Blaze It Up"

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_ Man, where is my little man? _ _ _ _
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_ [E] What's up, dog?
Got your sack? _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna get some
Now I'mma get hot
Till I smell me some grubs
Whoa, with the thugs
Drink a couple of brews
Slap them bones with my homies
The Tenderoni Mac
The soldiers want me macaroni
Joint after joint after joint
Tip the table
To get on with mellow
I smoke it right under the table
I get so down
When I'm feeling at the border
Cause I smoke more chronic
Than the late Bob Marlatt
Pus in the butt cracks
A bag of farts on my neck
These are punk brothers
That getting treated like sluts
Girls want me, can't get
Smoke up all your weed
Then the shit is gone
The girl is talking
About she's bleeding
She can't stop
You're taking a fuck
So get up off my face
And give me back my blood
Cause I ain't no sucker, hoe
And no shit gonna suck me, though
And if ain't nothing popping
Ain't no stopping you from the dope
[Gm] How'd it go?
Roll it up, raise it up
[G] Pass it around
Bring it back, smoke it up
Roll it up, raise it up
Pass it around
Roll _ it up, raise it up
Pass it around
Roll it up, raise it up
Pass it around
Roll it up, raise it up
Pass it around
Roll it up, raise it up
Pass it on, pass it on
Pass it on, pass it on
Now I hate the brothers
With the straps
Cause I don't settle for less
I'm a conjo
Cricket looks like pretend dough
And if something's not getting thick yet
Make sure that I butt it
Like three minutes thick yet
Brothers know what drink it
Serving them short old sack homies
Imagine a mother
Ready to chop your ass
All the broke [C] mothers
Don't know what I'm saying
You put your breakfast [G] in the air
With no delaying
And pass that blood from side to side
If I ain't you, well hell,
I gotta let you ride
And you can get a girl sprung
With your tongue
But you ain't gotta
Move the girl to check Hell nah
Just tell the girl a big ol' lie
And she'll be a coming girl Live high
Hit it, get on my knees
Make ass mania now
Because I'm on the second joint
With y'all, how it go?
Roll it up, raise it up
Pass it around
But we not joking
With [N] the sh-t down
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[E] _ _ [B] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Db] Smoking the bad food At [Eb] 1993
Redline that 90
Had that [Db] brother
And rock walla
Make it pop, uh
Long as the food is lit
And bad tits up in the profil
[Fm] I'm Paul A.
from NJ
And let [G] fellow kick the back shoe
Straight smoking weed out
And D-Dot
Work it all down
And do the part
That Dr.
C does
Roll up in your back
But you with my figure
I did a few sets
So I can get a little bigger
Roll around county
With my eyes on red
Slagging on hoochies
With the niggie nappy head
Girls on the front
Like a mother to pussy
Fire up a joint
And now you wanna get mushy
But this me, this me
I don't really get no
Fire up another chronic
So I gotta end up
_ With a quarter that 08
Tell me now how that sound
Like I'm so up So down
Ripped it like back
Hit the slums
And buy another
Pop a beat a sack
Sick to get nine
Let the latter be nine
Because the last joint's down
But it don't stop
Roll it up
Lose it up
Pass it around
Roll it up _ _
Lose it up
Pass it around
Roll it up
Lose it up
Pass it around
Roll it up
Roll it up
Lose it up
Pass it around
Roll it up
Lose it up
Pass it around
Roll it up
Lose it up
Pass it around
Pass [Ab] it on
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it [G] on
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass _ _ _ _ _ it on
_ _ _ _ Pass it on _ _